Hidden In Plain Sight

On Tuesday it was reported that a species of tree believed to be extinct in Britain had been in found in the grounds of the Queen’s residence in Scotland.

This would be a fairly unremarkable story for me, except for the fact that the two trees in question each over 30m metres tall.  They’re not tiny! The Wentworth elms grow with a “weeping” appearance and have large glossy leaves.  I was intrigued how something so unique and so, well, large, could be hidden in plain sight.

I had a similar thing at work the other day where someone asked if I’d seen the big noticeboard on the way in to the office.  I replied in the negative but it turns out that I had probably seen it, I just hadn’t been paying attention or taken in what it was.  That’s the sort of thing that happens quite regularly when I’m looking for my car keys!

As well as a lack of attention, it could just be that we’re so used to things we don’t see them.  There’s a book called Hidden in Plain Sight: The Social Structure of Irrelevance by Eviator Zerubavel in which he hypothesises that we’re programmed to think in a certain way and pay attention to particular things. We can prioritise things that are important to us and not waste time on the things that aren’t.

It’s interesting to think how much important stuff we may miss just because we’re not thinking about it.  One hopes that wouldn’t be a 100ft tree!

All alone in an empty room
Nothing left but the memories of when I had my best friend

And I don’t know how we ended up here
I don’t know but it’s never been so clear
We made a mistake, dear

And I see the broken glass in front of me
I see your shadow hanging over me
And your face I can see

Through the trees I will find you, I will heal the ruins left inside you
‘Cause I’m still here breathing now, I’m still here breathing now
I’m still here breathing now until I’m set free
Go quiet through the trees

And I remember how we used to talk
About the places we would go when we were off
And all that we were gonna find

And I remember watching our seeds grow
And how you cried when you saw the first leaves show
The love was pouring from your eyes

So can you see the branches hanging over me?
Can you see the love you left inside of me?
In my face can you see?

Through the trees I will find you, I will heal the ruins left inside you
‘Cause I’m still here breathing now, I’m still here breathing now
I’m still here breathing now until I’m set free
Go quiet through the trees

‘Cause you’re not coming back and you’re not coming back
No, no, no, you’re not coming back, you’re not coming back

Take my breath as your own
Take my eyes to guide you home

‘Cause I’m still here breathing now, I’m still here breathing now
I’m still here breathing now and I’m still here

‘Cause I’m still here breathing now, I’m still here breathing now
I’m still here breathing now and I’m still here

‘Cause I’m still here breathing now, I’m still here breathing now
I’m still here breathing now and I’m still here

And you’re not coming back, and you’re not coming back
‘Cause you’re not coming back until I’m set free
Go quiet through the trees

Through The Trees by Low Shoulder

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